Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1172

Myles wanted to burst into laughter, but the pain wracking his body snuffed out any trace of humor.

"Kenzo, have you lost your mind? Where's that calm and collected facade now?"

Ah, but that was a mistake to say. Hadn't Kenzo been mad the moment he stepped into this mess?

A dangerous glint passed through Kenzo's eyes as he gripped Myles' throat. "I'm not in the mood for chitchat. Hypnotize her, and I'll let you go."

Myles paled, days of torture having brought him back to harsh reality. He realized he wasn't the King; he was just Myles, a hypnotist. No matter how closely he mimicked, it was all just a poor imitation. He wasn't the King, not the oil baron with power over storms, just a shadow, easily overlooked.

And his obsession with Brielle? Was it just to mimic more convincingly, knowing the King's obsession with her, or had he hypnotized himself into this fixation?

a top-tier hypnotist, this was a testament to his skill but also his folly. A

one leg scraped to the bone from the torture. He was lucid now, wanting only to survive. The situation was dire; any further delay,

winced from the pain in her stomach, her face deathly pale. "Kenzo, how could you become this?"

stormy. Who else to blame

breath, and

But now, her resistance was clear. Kenzo's tone was cold yet oddly gentle. "If you insist on resisting, then your mother, Sarah,

open. Kenzo slowly crouched, his fingers tracing her lips. "I actually wanted to kill you myself, but I can't seem to do it, Brielle. Why can't I?" Brielle sneered. "Kenzo, spare me

physical manifestation of his

had played so many roles over the years, yet now, he felt he

response was cold, "Fine, I'll

the ground beneath them began to shift, though slowly. Just as Myles locked eyes with

water, the soil was collapsing. There was no time for